ed a mystery to his easily-tired mind. It was not completely satisfactory but it would be enough to get him a better-than-average menial job when he had finally accepted his new condition.

At long last a letter came from Ted on Mars. It said:

Guilty by association, that's what I am! When it first happened I was furious with the two of you but resignation has its own consolations and I've given up the ranting. Of course, I've lost my job and my new one will keep me from Earth a longer time but the real loss is not being able to think on Earth Central once a day. As you know, it's a funny civilization here anyway. As yet, there's no local telepathic Central but all Active Communicators are permitted to think in on Earth Central once a day--except for the big shots who can even telepath social engagements to each other by way of Earth! Privileged but a pretty dull crowd anyway.

Oh yes, another exception to the general ration, Suspendeds like me. Funny thing about that, seems to me there are

Reviews

An unusual story, in that there are a couple of women characters who do more than answer the phone and type.

In future times, telepathy is developed, and people find themselves overwhelmed with the constant barrage of other people's thoughts. So they create an organic computer to act as a telepathy switchboard. It works fine for a long time, then it starts getting cranky.

The ending is okay, but a different result could have been a book-length story. The characterizations were good.